Gaze slipping beyond the edge
the tabletop
the knee of your pants
what is projected in that margin?
i thought
i thought you were sandwiches
my face
SHOOT IF YOU MUST
THIS OLD GREY HEAD
No remedy for evil
but only the image of it
as we conceived it to be
no deux ex machina
for our real lives
so best to sell our lives for free
She's got the diety looks
she's got the wall
she's got the curtain
she's got the greater solipsism
we have no book
and our fathers are dead in the ground
A moody, enveloping record from Zane Coppard, where dense and intricately crafted atmospheres cradle yearning vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2021